Born into Sin: An Age Gap Dark Mafia Romance (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy Book 1)

8. Natalya

Slumped against Dominic’s hard chest, I try to muster up the strength to move, but I can’t. He’s stuck with me in his lap for the foreseeable future, and he doesn’t seem to mind. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight while his fingers run through my hair and he whispers something in Italian that sounds just as beautiful as he is. Everything about this man is perfect. Well, except for the tiny detail that he’s friends with my dad and a wee bit forbidden. Aside from that, he’s fucking perfect.

With my belly full and my body still humming with pleasure from the orgasm he just gave me, I lose the strength to keep my eyes open. He feels me soften even more and kisses the top of my head.

“Go to sleep, principessa. I’ll watch over you and make sure you’re safe.”

I snuggle in deeper, never wanting to leave the warmth of his body. I know he’ll do what he says and that there’s nowhere safer I could be.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Dominic,” I whisper, seconds away from sleep.

“You can always come to me, Natalya. I will always be here for you, principessa.”

His fingers run through my hair, calming me in a way I hadn’t thought possible. I feel completely at peace, and for the first time since seeing him at the farmhouse, I fall asleep easily, without a care in the world.

The next morning I wake to an empty bed and enough sunlight in the room to let me know I’ve overslept. Stretching my arms and legs, I smile at the memory of last night. Dominic had unknowingly given me my first kiss and my first orgasm that didn’t involve just me and my imagination. I had no idea anything could feel that good. I know how to bring myself pleasure, and up until last night I always thought I was pretty damn good at it, but he took things to another level, one that I hadn’t even known existed.

At some point he must’ve tucked me under the covers and when I sit up, I see the bag my sister packed for me in the corner and a new tray of food waiting for me on the dresser. As stuffed as I’d been last night, I’m famished now and the thought of more of Lucia’s cooking has me pushing back the covers and hopping out of bed. I nearly groan when I see the kettle of coffee and quickly pour myself a cup. It’s still steamy hot, and after I put in a healthy dose of sugar and cream, I take a big drink and look at the rest of the tray.

“Damn,” I whisper, eyeing the homemade croissants. Taking the biggest one from the plate, I bite into it and groan my appreciation. It’s filled with strawberry jam and it melts in my damn mouth. A girl could get used to this. I don’t even bother sitting down. I just stand by the window that looks out onto his lush lawn and finish my croissant and coffee. Even though his house is in the city, it still feels private. The entire property is gated, and as I watch, I see several guards walking around, making sure everything is secure. I can’t see any weapons, but I know they’re armed.

Pouring myself one more cup of coffee, I grab my bag and head for the bathroom. I love wearing Dominic’s clothes, but I want to look nice for him when I see him again. My bandaged feet are barely sore today thanks to him, and when I peek under the band-aids, nothing looks infected or inflamed, so I decide to chance a shower.

Digging through my bag, I send a silent thanks to Mia for packing everything I could possibly need. She even threw in my favorite summer dress and sandals. After brushing my teeth, I strip down and then step into his ridiculously huge shower. My first thought is that it could hold four people easily, and then my second thought is a completely unwanted visual of Dominic in here with several women. It’s the last thing I want to think about, but once it pops in my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. He’s forty-three. There’s no way in hell he’s been living a celibate life, and that adds up to a fuck-ton of women, and Dominic is insanely gorgeous, so that means the women he’s been with have probably been just as good looking. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, and suddenly those two cups of coffee and huge croissant aren’t feeling so great as they swirl around while I worry myself into a stomachache.

The pep in my step is gone, and not even the comforting, familiar scent of his body wash can pull me out of my funk. Last night had been special to me, amazing and life-changing even, but it had probably been nothing to him. I mean, he hadn’t even gotten to come. God, he must think I’m pathetic, the sad virgin that he got off while we were both fully clothed. Exciting times for him, I’m sure.

I get dressed in my favorite pink sundress, hoping it might help cheer me up, and brush out my hair without bothering to search for a blowdryer. Leaving my feet bare since they’re no longer bleeding, I leave the bathroom and grab my phone. I’d texted Svetlana while I’d been in the tub, and it looks like she’s blown up my phone with texts. I’m not in the mood to talk about what happened last night, so I send off a quick text, letting her know I’ll tell her everything as soon as I can. My mom and dad also texted me, asking me how I am and letting me know that Grigori is out of surgery and doing okay but that he’ll have to remain there for a while. The bullets did a lot of damage and the surgery to fix him wasn’t an easy one.

I send them a quick text to let them know I’m fine and not to worry. My dad’s text is immediate.

Do you want to come home? Did you sleep okay? Is Dominic taking care of you?

I bite my lip and choose my words carefully.

I slept fine, Dad. Stop worrying! :) If it’s okay I’d rather stay here until we know for sure what’s going on.

I’m paranoid about sounding too eager to stay with Dominic, so I add, I really like Lucia. She’s been cooking me some amazing Italian food. Yes, Dominic is making sure I have everything I need. I haven’t seen too much of him. I think he might be in his office.

I know I’m fudging the truth, and I hate doing it, but I can’t tell him his friend gave me a mind-blowing orgasm before holding me while I fell asleep. Something tells me that wouldn’t go over so well. As soon as his text comes in, I read it while my heart races.

I’ll never stop worrying, princess. I’m your dad. It’s what I do. :) I’m okay with you staying there for a while longer, but let me know if you change your mind. I love you, sweetheart. It doesn’t feel the same without you here.

I send out a quick reply. Miss you all, too, Dad. Love you.

I toss my phone on the bed and swallow down the guilt I feel. I reason with myself that my dad would hate any guy that I like. He doesn’t want to lose me, but as much as I love my family, I can’t ignore the pull Dominic has on me. I can’t explain it, but I know I want to explore it. Last night meant something to me, and I have to know if it meant something to him too.

Knowing I might get my heart torn into a million pieces, I leave the safety of his room and go in search of him. The large, gorgeous house is quiet as I walk down the hall and then make my way down the stairs. I remember the way to his office, so with quick steps I silently make my way towards the set of closed doors at the end of the hall. The wood is the same dark color as the floor, and I can’t help but feel intimidated when I raise my hand to knock. Everything about this room screams power and dominance—two words that fit Dominic Alessi perfectly.

I hear his voice, but whatever he says is in Italian, so I have no clue if he’s telling me to come in or go the fuck away. I take a gamble and open the door, hoping like hell it’s the first one. He lifts his head like he’s surprised the door’s opened, which means guess number two was the correct one, but as soon as he sees it’s me, the corner of his mouth lifts up in a smile and all I can do is stare at the gorgeous Italian in front of me.

Sitting back in his chair, his eyes run over me before he tells me to shut the door and then motions for me to come closer. He’s still in the same suit from last night, and his hair is a bit messy like he’s scrubbed his hand through it one too many times. He looks tired and worried, but still so mouthwateringly sexy that I can’t look away. Small espresso cups litter his desk, and as soon as I’m close enough, I cup his cheek, running my thumb over the stubble that’s even thicker than it was last night. God, I bet he could grow a beard in record time, and as much as I love his smooth face, there’s no denying he looks sexy as fuck with a few days’ worth of growth.

“Did you get any sleep at all?”

The corner of his mouth curves up even more at my question and the hint of worry in my voice.

He ignores my question. “Did you eat breakfast?”

“I did, thank you for bringing it up. The croissants were amazing.”

“Cornetti,” he corrects. “I’m Italian, principessa, not French.”

“Cornetti,” I say, testing the word out.

He smiles at my pronunciation and reaches up to run his thumb over my lips. “I love hearing you speak my language.”

My lips part at his touch, and memories of last night come rushing in, reminding me of what we’d done and of the pleasure he’d given me. His dark eyes study me, taking in every detail and reading me so goddamn easily. The pained expression on his face lets me know I’m not going to like what he’s about to say.

“Natalya, I should never have let things go so far last night.”

I’m already shaking my head before he’s even finished the sentence. “No, don’t say that.”

“I’m more than twice your age,” he reminds me like there’s a possibility I might have forgotten, “and I have a working relationship with your dad and we’ve become friends over the years.”

He sighs and grabs my waist, pulling me closer and resting his forehead against my chest, right below my breasts.

“This can’t happen,” he whispers. “It would be different if you just wanted to fuck me, principessa, but that’s not what this is, and we both know it.”

I run my hand through his thick, dark hair. “Would you?” I ask. “If that’s all I wanted?”

He lifts his head just enough to look up at me. “Is that all you want from me?”

I swear if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he sounded hurt, but there’s no way in hell that can be true. The don of the Alessi Mafia can’t possibly be hurt by the idea of me only wanting one night with him. The idea is so preposterous that I almost laugh. He sees the amusement in my eyes and his narrow in confusion.

“This is funny to you?”

“The idea that you could possibly be hurt by the idea that I might just want sex is very amusing to me, yes. You’re Dominic Alessi, Italian sex god come to life, and I’m just me.”

He lets out a soft laugh at my comment. “Italian sex god, huh?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I made an educated guess based on last night.”

He holds me tighter and closes his eyes while he lets out a masculine groan. “God, you’d looked so fucking sexy coming on my lap. And, Natalya,” he says, opening his eyes and waiting for me to meet his gaze, “you will never only be just you.”

I brush his messed-up hair off his forehead, dragging my nails along his scalp as his eyes darken even more. He’s right about what he said. Our being together feels impossible, but I can’t deny the pull I feel towards him. I want him, and I know he wants me. Cupping his face, I lower down so we’re almost touching.

“Do you want me?”

“You know I do,” he whispers against my lips. “It’s all I can fucking think about, but just because I want something doesn’t mean I can have it.”

“But I’m offering myself to you. I’m yours for the taking.”

He groans and digs his fingers into my waist, pulling me closer. “Don’t say that to me, principessa.”

I can tell he’s fighting his feelings for me. He’s trying to do what he thinks is right, and his nerves are on edge because of it. He hasn’t eaten or slept or even bothered to change clothes. He’s wound so tight he’s going to snap at any second, and I’m worried about him. The line of work he’s in doesn’t allow for mistakes, and the last thing I want is for him to get hurt. I want to take care of him, but I can tell by the stubborn way he’s clenching his jaw that I’m about to get a glimpse of the famous Italian temper if I push him too hard.

He watches me with wary eyes as I lower myself, sinking to my knees in front of him. With my hands on his thighs, I look up at him. “I want to make you feel better.”

Cupping my face, he runs his thumb over my lips. “You do, just by being near me, you do.”

I lean into his touch and slowly slide my hands up his powerful thighs. I feel the muscles tighten under my hands as he sucks in a breath.

“Natalya,” he warns, but I ignore him, stopping my hand right before it hits the obvious bulge in his suit pants. Jesus, this man’s huge. He strains against the fabric, and there’s nothing in the world that could keep me from inching my fingers closer and touching him. My lips part in surprise when I run my thumb over his head, feeling the shape and thickness of him. He hisses out something in Italian, but I’m too mesmerized by his cock to look away. I’m greedy to know every inch of him. My fingers run up his length, trailing along the top and sides, constructing an image in my mind and wanting to brand it there.

“More,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I want to see more.”

His jaws grind together, and the vein in his neck is trailing an obvious line down his throat. “No.”

The word is a harsh whisper, and I don’t like it, so I ignore him and bring my head lower, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. My reward is another fast string of Italian as his fingers weave into my hair before he tightens his grip and lifts my face up.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“No,” I correct him. “You’re trying to do what you think is right without taking my opinion into consideration at all.”

“So you think it’s right for me to pull my cock out and slide it between your pouty lips? You think that’s the appropriate thing to do?”

I give him a small smirk. “Yes, I do. You made me feel good last night, and I can see how stressed you are. Let me make you feel good, Dominic. Please.”

He’s at war with himself, I see it so clearly on his face, but when I lower my head again and wrap my lips around his head as best I can and give him a soft squeeze, he groans and lets go of my hair so he can undo his pants.

“I’m going straight to hell for this,” he mutters.

I give his head another kiss. “Would it be worth it?”

His face softens when he cups my cheek and looks down at me. “Yes, principessa, it would be worth it. I’d suffer a thousand hells for just one touch from you.”

It’s impossible for me to hide my smile, and when he sees it, he gives me another sexy wink before slowly pulling his cock out.

“Jesus,” I whisper, because even though I felt like I’d just memorized it with my fingers, the reality of him is even bigger than what I’d concocted in my mind. Thanks to the internet, this isn’t the first dick I’ve seen, but it’s the first one I’ve seen in person, and he’s way bigger than anything I’ve seen online.

My eyes widen as I take in the size of him, and when I hear a soft laugh, I look up to see a pleased and amused grin playing at his lips.

“It’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” I admit.

“You felt me through my pants,” he reminds me.

“Not the same thing.” I reach a shaky hand out and as soon as my fingers hit his shaft, his cock jerks and he hisses out a breath. Worried, I look back up at him. “Did that hurt?”

“Fuck no it didn’t. Touch me again.”

I smile at how thick his accent is and bring my fingers back to him. The heat of his skin radiates off him and into me, and when I trace one of the veins that runs up the length of his shaft, I see a bead of pre-cum appear.

Suddenly ravenous, I close the distance and wrap my lips around his head while dragging my tongue along his slit.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls, threading his fingers in my hair.

I have no idea what I’m doing, so I let instinct take over. I run my tongue over him again, swirling it around his head before giving him a hard enough suck to hollow out my cheeks. His deep, masculine groan fills me with a ridiculous amount of pride.

“Keep sucking, principessa, just like that.”

Digging my fingers into his thighs, I lower myself onto him as much as I can. There’s no way in hell I can take all of him in, so I don’t even bother trying. I focus on the top half of his cock, sucking and licking and kissing him until spit is dripping from my lips, coating his entire shaft and puddling at the base.

“I want to feel that small hand of yours around my dick, Natalya, right fucking now,” he growls out.

Bringing one of my hands to him, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft as best I can.

“Tighter.”

I tighten my grip, grateful for his instructions. I want to make him feel good, but I’ve never done this before, and I need the help.

“Good girl, now stroke me, principessa.”

I slowly start to stroke him, gripping him tightly as I bring my hand up and down while I suck on his head. After a few seconds, I find my rhythm, timing my hand with my sucking so I’m working him in tandem.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fisting my hair even tighter. “I’m so fucking close.” His hips rock in the chair, thrusting up to fill my mouth even more. “Be a good girl and take what I give you. I’m going to kiss you after this, and I better be able to taste my cum on your tongue.”

God, this man’s dirty talk is going to be the end of me. All my focus is on giving him pleasure, but I can feel how wet my panties are, and I know it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.

I suck him harder, moaning against him when he growls my name and his hips thrust up even harder before his whole body shudders and the wet heat of his release hits my mouth. Surprised by the new sensation, I pause for just a second before his cock jerks inside me again, shooting more of his seed to the back of my throat. Raspy Italian fills my ears as I suck harder, drunk on the feel and taste of him, on knowing that I’m the one to pull those deep groans from him and that it was my name on his tongue as he came so hard he forgot his English.

Even after he starts to soften, I rest the side of my face on his thigh and keep gently sucking him, not ready to break contact. His fingers run through my hair while he gets his breathing under control. Bringing his other hand to my cheek, he softly caresses my stretched-out lips that are still locked around him.

“You’re perfect, principessa, so fucking perfect.”

I flick my tongue along the underside of his cock and give him another soft suck. He lets out another sexy groan and then an annoyed one when his phone starts to ring. Reaching for it, he lets out a heavy sigh.

“It’s your dad,” he says, freezing me in place.

The phone keeps ringing while he waits for me to let him go, but I don’t. I know I should, but for reasons I can’t explain, I just don’t. He’s mine, and I can block out who he’s talking to if he can. It’s not like he’s in the same room as us.

“You sure about this, principessa?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan.

He answers the phone while running his finger over my lip again. “Hey, Lev.” He sounds so casual. No one would ever suspect that my mouth was wrapped around his cock right now. “No, everything’s fine. She probably just left her phone in the room.”

Dominic feels me tense when I realize my dad must’ve been trying to call me and then got worried when I didn’t answer. His finger strokes my lip and cheek while my body relaxes against him.

“She’s doing fine,” Dominic says, and then adds, “I’m taking good care of her.”

The corner of my mouth fights a grin, but he sees it anyway and caresses it with his thumb. I’m glad I can only hear one side of the conversation. It makes it easier to pretend he’s not talking to my dad while I still have his dick in my mouth.

“My men haven’t heard anything yet, but we will. I’ve sent out extra guys, and I told them not to hold back. If there’s anything for them to find, trust me, they’ll find it.”

I can hear the fury in his voice when he adds, “I take this just as personally as you do. This happened in my territory, and I see it as a direct attack on what’s mine.”

My eyes lift up at his words, meeting his dark eyes. He gives me an easy grin and then gives me a playful eye roll as he says, “Yes, I realize she’s not my daughter. That’s not what I meant, and you damn well know it. I just want you to know that I’m putting everything into this, and we will find the fucker who did it. You have my word on that. For now, she’s safe. Nothing can hurt her while she’s here. I won’t allow it.”

With his cock only semi-hard, I’m able to take more of him in, so I slide down, filling my mouth with him. His eyes widen ever so slightly as he watches me. He gives my cheek a soft warning tap, and I give him a good suck in return. His nostrils flare as he takes in a breath, and when I slip my hand under his shirt to rest it on his hard abs, he gives me a wink that makes my heart skip a beat.

He talks for a few more minutes, and I rest with my head in his lap, lazily sucking on his cock. It’s oddly relaxing, and when my eyes start to fall shut, I don’t fight it. His fingers alternate between stroking my lips and cheek and running through my hair and the sensations are downright euphoric. Everything this man does is orgasmic. He’s effortlessly sexy in a way that constantly makes me want to roll onto my back and spread my legs for him.

I hear him say goodbye and set his phone down, but I keep my eyes closed and give him another soft suck.

“Are you aware of what you’re doing, principessa?”

I crack my eyes open. “Hmm?”

He smiles and strokes my cheek. “Do you realize what you’re doing?”

I give him a look that must clearly say, Duh, I’m sucking your cock, because he lets out a soft laugh and taps my cheek again.

“It’s called cock warming, Natalya. Your sweet mouth is keeping me warm, just holding me without trying to get me off. It’s insanely erotic, and you did it without even thinking about it.”

I’ve never heard of cock warming before, and when I make no move to get up, he gives me an approving smile and strokes my cheek again.

“You want to keep doing it?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, still not ready to break our connection.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I feel that praise in every cell of my body. I think I’d be willing to do just about anything if it got me a good girl in that sexy Italian accent of his.

“I need to make a few phone calls, and I want you to stay right where you are.”

I give a soft nod and then close my eyes again when he grabs his phone. This time the conversation is in fast Italian, making it easy for me to tune everything out and sink even deeper into the comforting, almost meditative zone this is putting me into. He keeps stroking my face and hair, and I settle into him, scooting a bit closer so I can rest my butt on my heels.

He stays in my mouth, even as a slight ache starts to form in my jaw, and I keep my lips wrapped around him. I give him the occasional suck, but mostly I just hold him, keeping our bodies connected until I start to get drowsy, even though I know I can’t possibly be tired. I would’ve thought it was impossible to fall asleep with a dick in my mouth, but I must because the next thing I know, Dominic is stroking my cheek and whispering my name.

“Hmm?” I moan, still feeling disoriented. He’s gotten bigger, and as he’s grown, I’ve slipped further down so it’s just his thick head between my lips now.

“You fell asleep, principessa, while softly sucking on my cock.”

I hear the awe in his voice and smile around him.

“I was supposed to be getting work done, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He lets out a heavy sigh while running the pad of one finger along my jaw. “It kills me that I can’t keep you for myself.”

Before I can argue and tell him that he most certainly can, he’s reaching down and lifting me up like I weigh nothing and sitting my ass on the desk in front of him. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me right to the edge as he scoots his chair closer so he’s positioned between my thighs. Resting his head against my chest, he drags his nose along the curve of my breast, inhaling deeply as he goes.

“I know you’re innocent, sweetheart, but I need you to tell me how innocent.”

I run a hand through the thick hair I’ll never be able to get enough of and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve never gotten on my knees and cock-warmed anyone before.”

His laugh vibrates against my chest, and it sounds so carefree and in complete contrast to the tough, hardened mafia boss he is. I like hearing it. I like seeing this side of him.

“I’m glad to hear that. What else haven’t you done?”

I sigh and keep running my fingers through his hair. “My family is very protective, and you know I didn’t have a normal childhood. Bodyguards have been watching me since I was born. The night Svetlana and I snuck out and went to your club, that’s the first time we’ve ever been alone without at least one set of eyes watching us.”

“I was watching you,” he reminds me, lifting his dark eyes to mine. “I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off you, principessa.”

He takes another inhale, like he’s trying to consume every part of me he can get and then kisses the curve of my breast again.

“Surely there were boys at school,” he murmurs against my chest. “Hidden moments in high school where the bodyguards couldn’t see you.”

I could lie and make myself sound a bit cooler and more experienced, but I don’t think I could ever lie to this man, so I answer honestly. “I never wanted any of them.”

Sliding his hand behind my neck, he curls his fingers around me, pulling me down so our lips are almost touching.

“Are you telling me you’ve never done anything at all, principessa?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And yet you got on your knees for me?” He ghosts his lips over mine, that one small move setting my body on fire. “So innocent and yet you came on me, rocking your little body and using me until you were so wet your juices soaked through your pants and onto my shirt?”

My face heats up at how brazen I’d been.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper.

“Are you telling me that I gave you your first kiss last night and your first orgasm?”

“First orgasm from someone else, yes,” I clarify, not wanting him to think I’m that fucking innocent.

The sexy grin that lights up his face is downright stunning. The corners of his eyes crinkle just enough to remind me how much older he is than me, and that probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

“You like to make yourself come, principessa?”

When he sees how embarrassed I’m getting, he tightens his grip on my neck and slowly laps at my top lip, licking it and gently tugging it between his teeth.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed with me, Natalya, not with me.” The heat of his breath on my lips has goosebumps rising all over my body. “I said I wanted to taste my cum on your tongue.” He gives my lip a soft bite. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

When I hesitate, he gives me another bite, this one just a tiny bit harder. His hand grips my neck while the other one runs down my spine to rest against my lower back, holding me firmly in place. I cup his face and stick my tongue out. He lets out a sexy, deep groan and latches onto my tongue, slowly sucking me into the wet heat of his mouth until our lips are pressed together. He sucks my tongue, cleaning me of his taste. I feel his jaws working beneath my fingers, and just when I think I can’t take a second more of this sweet torture, he lets my tongue go so he can kiss me.

The kiss is hard and hungry and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a claiming kind of kiss, like he’s trying to mark what’s his, branding me with his mouth so that I’ll always taste like him and every man who sees me will instinctively know that I belong to Dominic.

He delves in deeper while grabbing one of my hands and bringing it between us. With his hand on top of mine and our fingers laced together, he guides my hand along my inner thigh and up my dress until the tips of our fingers are hitting the soaked piece of fabric between my thighs.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” he growls as he kisses me. “I want to see what you’ve always done in the dark. Show me the hidden Natalya, the one part of yourself you’ve always kept hidden like a dirty little secret, because there are no secrets between us, principessa. I want it all.”

Roughly pushing my panties aside, he groans and kisses me harder while dragging my fingers up my soaking wet slit. I’m fucking drenched for him, dripping onto our entwined fingers, and when he runs the pad of my finger over my clit, I rock my hips and let out a whimper. I feel him smile against my lips, urging me with his hand to keep going, and with his tongue sliding along mine and our wet, slippery fingers mixed together, it’s easy for me to let go and touch myself like I’ve always done in private. He makes me want to show him things that I’ve never shown or shared with anyone else.

“That’s my good girl,” he says in a ragged whisper against my lips, feeling my fingers as I start to work myself. “I better have a fucking puddle on my desk when you’re done.”

He grabs the back of my dress, yanking it up and then hooking his fingers into my panties before pulling them off me so quickly I barely have time to register what he’s doing. My bare ass is flush against the hard wood of his desk and less than a second later his soaked hand is intertwined with mine while I rub my clit in slow circles, taking his fingers with me.

“So fucking beautiful.” He’s fisting my dress with his free hand, holding it up so there isn’t anything obstructing his view. I look down, barely recognizing myself. My thighs are spread, my hips are rocking in a seductive rhythm, and my fingers are greedily rubbing my clit, bringing myself closer and closer to the release I so desperately need. He hasn’t tucked his cock away yet, and it’s jutting out from his pants, fully hard and covered in pre-cum. Our bodies feel dangerously close to one another, a temptation that we’re both so close to giving into.

His dark eyes stay locked on my pussy, and when he lowers his head to kiss my inner thigh, I moan his name and watch in fascination as he slowly kisses his way closer to where our fingers are. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Using my free hand, I thread my fingers into his hair, holding onto him and gasping when he’s close enough to run his tongue up my slit and over our fingers.

“Dominic,” I moan, entranced by the erotic sight of his tongue on my pussy, lapping up my juices like he’ll never be able to get enough.

His dark eyes lift to mine, holding my gaze while giving me another slow lick. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue while you rub your little clit, and then you’re going to come all over my face. I want to be covered in you. I want to taste you and smell you all fucking day.”

Panting, I quickly nod my head, wanting every damn thing he’s offering. With dark, hooded eyes, he runs a hand up my stomach, gently applying pressure so I’m forced onto my back, taking up his entire desk. I hear something fall to the ground, but neither one of us stops to see what it is. Palming the back of my thigh, he pushes my leg up and out, spreading me so wide that my folds part for him, exposing every inch of my wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Goddamn,” he growls, taking in the sight of me splayed open before him. “Mine.”

The word is spoken so low and deep that I almost miss it, but then he growls it again before dipping his tongue inside me. I gasp and arch my lower back off his desk, stunned by the sensations running through me. His wet fingers nudge mine, reminding me what I’m supposed to be doing, and as soon as I start to rub my clit again, I feel how close I am. I’m swollen and ready, and with his tongue running along my inner walls, I rub harder and push myself over the edge. A quick, shocked scream leaves my lips before I remember where I am and clamp my jaw shut to keep from alerting everyone in the house to what we’re doing.

Dominic growls against me, licking and sucking my folds, sending my body spiraling into another orgasm before I’ve even come down from the first. His breathing is fierce and erratic, and I barely register the rhythmic, wet sounds of him working his own cock. I’m too caught up in my own pleasure. Waves of pure bliss ripple through every part of me until I can’t help but let out a soft laugh and collapse against his desk, drained of all energy and completely spent.

He gives me one more long lick, swiping over my overly sensitive clit and filling his mouth with the taste of me as he lets out a deep groan and pulls back seconds before I feel his hand at my hip, holding me tightly while a wet heat hits my pussy. He growls my name while covering me in his cum, and the look in his eyes as he does it is downright feral. This Armani-suited mafia don comes undone for me, letting me see the real man beneath the feared Alessi name. This is the real Dominic—hair messy, chest heaving, pupils blown and eyes heavy-lidded, and a look of absolute adoration on his handsome face.

My Dominic.

The thought comes unbidden into my head, but once it’s there, I know it won’t be leaving anytime soon. We may not have just fucked in the traditional sense, but we shared something, something that can’t and won’t be forgotten. We didn’t just cross the damn line, we fucking obliterated it. We left it so far behind that it can’t even be seen anymore.

He gives me a slow, sexy smile and leans his body over mine so he can kiss me. It’s just as passionate as every kiss he gives me, but it’s a lazy kiss, an I’m completely satisfied and happy kind of kiss. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, and when our lips finally part, we’re both panting for air.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers against my lips, “but you’re impossible to resist, principessa.”

“You definitely should’ve done that, and you better do it again soon.”

He lets out an adorable laugh and gives me another kiss before standing back up. He looks down at me and groans. Putting his hands on either thigh, he gently spreads me wide again, eyeing the mess he made on me. With a determined look on his face, he runs a finger along my smooth pussy, covering his finger in cum before very slowly pushing it inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasp. My body clenches around him, gripping him tightly as he slowly slides in. He murmurs in Italian while he fingers me gently, pulling out so he can soak his finger again before slipping back inside. He keeps doing it until I’m clean and my pussy is full. I should be worried. I’m not on birth control, and even though the chances aren’t nearly as high of getting pregnant this way, it does still happen. It’s not completely unheard of. But instead of freaking out and crawling my ass off his desk, I rock my hips, meeting the slow thrusts of his finger.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice is still more of a growl, accent thicker than usual. “I’ve never felt anything as good as your tight little cunt wrapped around my finger, never tasted anything as good as the way you taste when you come on my tongue, and never once have I ever allowed my sperm inside a woman.”

He groans and gives me one more slow thrust before pulling his finger out and bringing it to my lips, offering it to me. I don’t hesitate. Opening wide, I latch onto him and suck him in. His eyes darken, almost closing in ecstasy as he watches me taste us.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, principessa?” he whispers, not understanding this thing between us any more than I do. I just know it’s there, and that there’s no use fighting it.

I’m just about to tell him that when there’s a knock at the door that freezes me in place, and it’s only after I hear someone yelling in Italian and not Russian that I’m able to relax enough to take a breath.

Dominic hollers something back and then gives me an apologetic look before pulling my dress back down. I know we can’t stay in his office all day, but I was hoping for a little more time to get myself together before having to face anyone else. I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to pull off hiding how I’m feeling. I’ve never been good at it, and that’s with little things, not massive secrets like Dominic Alessi just made me come with his mouth and then stuffed me full of his sperm secrets.

He senses my fear and cups my face. “Relax, principessa. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I do know that you have nothing to fear. We’ll figure this out together.” His lips caress mine as he whispers, “You have no idea how much I love knowing that you’re going to be dripping my seed underneath that pretty pink dress.”